Stella And Me

Stella And Me prose poem

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Im in a bar, not just any bar, a magical place that takes me any place. A couple of stellas and I’m starting to think wouldn’t it be great to go to Australia and actually not think. The banter,the bollocks I start to see,it’s not real, very far from me.
A couple more stellas and she tells me it’s possible to go anywhere, here there everywhere my bar stool and me.
4-5 stellas kicks in, she tells me I’m immortal and hell I can sing. Karaoke and me are the best there could be.
Back to my barstool I’m illuminated and I know everyone loves me.Stella and me are cool as can be, look everyone look at me iv travelled the world my bar stool and me.
Say what you think it doesn’t touch me, Stella will tell you,Your wrong stop talking to me.
Bells start ringing it’s drinking up time, what to do to keep this world with me, me and my bar stool are not happy. We separate my bar stool and me miserable and feeling im not the princess I thought I could be.
Morning bites,too bright for me, eyes are stinging hurting me.
Home for a while and woken badly, my heart is beating fast and im shaky. I need my stella and quickly.
Back on my bar stool stella soothing me. Punters walk in and tell me about me, last night was a disaster,their not happy. I’m not budging so try some humility, in real terms means I’m begging buy me a pint, im very sorry.
We’re back together my bar stool and me,stella in me and again I’m cool and trendy, and don’t you know me iv been round the world you won’t beat me.
Another pint and it dawns on me, me and my bar stool know this is not how it should be, it’s not right, i got a fright and realised I’m not free. I just know i hate being me.

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First time I've had the courage to put my poetry out there.I like it, another thing off my bucket list.
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